It was my birthday on Friday; I am now 22. Old! Or so it seems. I suppose, really, that is isn't; I'm probably less than a third the way through my life. Still, I'm no longer even vaguely a teenager; weird.
It has long been a joke of mine that I generally go for guys (generally, also, without success, of course) who are under 25 in age and BMI (Body Mass Index; weight over height squared in SI units; 18.5-25 is the "normal" range). Not entirely serious, though I wouldn't generally find overweight guys attractive, but I am now closer to the high end of my age range (18-25) than the low one. May need updating. Hmm.